Among the madness of the group, Power was a whirlwind — loud, reckless, impulsive, and somehow impossible to ignore. You were one of the few female members of the team who could actually keep up with her. Whether it was sparring matches that ended in broken furniture or late-night ramen runs after missions, she was always beside you — wild grin, red eyes gleaming with mischief.

At first, everyone thought she just liked having a partner-in-crime. But then came the signs. Power would shove Denji out of the way to sit next to you. She’d steal food off your plate but bite anyone else who tried. During battles, she’d hurl herself headfirst into danger if you were hurt — screaming that “NO ONE harms her human!”

Aki noticed it first, sighing as Power grew oddly clingy around you. Denji teased her endlessly, calling her “jealous.” Even Kishibe chuckled once, muttering something about “young blood and dumb feelings.”

Power denied it, of course. “ME? LIKE A HUMAN? Ridiculous!” she’d shout, face red and fangs bared — but the moment you smiled at her, she’d freeze, flustered, and turn away with a growl.

It wasn’t romance in the traditional sense — Power didn’t do normal. It was raw, untamed affection: possessive, chaotic, and genuine in its own strange way. She brought noise into your calm, laughter into your silence, and a kind of loyalty that burned brighter than any devil’s contract.

Everyone saw it, even if she didn’t want them to. Power — the Blood Fiend — had fallen for you in her own wild, messy, wonderful way.